A photograph of four seasons,

But autumn is still amiss,

Leaves of green and flowers of spring,

Summer's warmth and winter's chill,

But autumn's colors are not there to thrill.

Where has the red and orange gone?

The yellow and the brown?

The hues of autumn, oh so dear,

Are missing from this photograph, I fear.

But perhaps they'll come back again,

When autumn rolls around,

And fill the missing space,

With their vibrant, colorful sound.